A/N: So, I edited my last chapter and reposted it- sorry about that. Um, no major changes, but I deleted the part about Emma. I think I'll bring her in later. I don't know when I'll be able to update again- school's making my life hell, sorry. Anyway, review and follow/fav, thanks :3

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I sigh, walking down the dimly lit hallway of the school, tward the classroom where I'm supposed to meet my tutor of the next seven months. I groan inwardly, adjusting the straps of my backpack on my shoulders. I hate this. I don't want to be here. I crack my knuckles and face the door. It's shut all the way, and the light's on inside. I listen, and I think I can hear… A piano?

I blink. That's odd- I thought I was coming to a classroom… I look at the slip of paper Mr. Drake gave me earlier, and sure enough, I'm at the right place. I sigh and walk in.

What I see in there makes me blink several times and do a double take. Schools don't have places like this… Our school doesn't, anyway. It's not really that big of a room, it just seems that way. And it's definitely being put to use… I look around me. The walls are completely covered in posters of metal bands, punk bands, movies, TV shows, Mozart and Yo Yo Ma, Star Wars… There's a portrait of Einstein with his tongue out on the inside of the door, and one wall has a drum set and an amp with guitars- electric and acoustic, and in another corner, there's an easel and a huge open chest of paints of every color I can think of, the wall there hand-decorated. The last wall is completely covered by a huge bookshelf chock-full of comic books. There's a record player in the corner- I mean old-school record player- next to a soft-looking fluffy chair and a beanbag. There's stacks of books littered everywhere, aprons hung on pegs splattered over with paint.

"Woah." I say, impressed, "This room's awesome."

"Yep." Says a girl in the corner who I hadn't noticed before, "Hey. My name's Emma." She's got dirty- blonde hair and she's wearing a rusty-red leather jacket. Her hair is in a messy ponytail and she's got a worn Pearl Jam t-shirt on over ripped black skinny jeans. She's wearing a lot of eyeliner, but it looks good. She's really pretty, but not really my type. She holds her hand out to shake, and I notice the charcoal on her fingers.

"You draw?"

She looks at her hands, grinning, "Yeah, sorry." She drops her hand and wipes it on her jeans, "To answer your question, yeah, kind of, but Castiel's the real artist. She's amazing."

"Castiel? She's here?"

Emma laughed, "No. But, uh, she practically lives in this room when she's not in class. Matter of fact, that wall was done completely by her." Emma gestures to the wall covered in art, "She's gifted, that's for sure. Not to mention she's got, like, an IQ of 197… She's somethin' else…" She puts her hands on her hips, "So, what brings you here?"

"Oh. Well, I'm kind of failing Mr. Drake's class, and…"

"Oh. I'm not supposed to be here- getting in the way of tutoring and whatnot…" SHe winked, "Have fun."
"Okay…" Dean shook his head as Emma left. He was about twenty minutes early, so he decised to look around. He went to the beanbag, where there were several sketchbooks piled up. The top one had CASTIEL NOVAK written in block letters on the front. Dean picked it up, unable to help himself.

"Woah," Was all he could manage, looking inside. There was a picture of what looked like a fallen angel on the first page, it had its knees pulled to its chest, and its wings almost concealing its body. It was sad but beautiful. Dean continued to flip through the sketchbook, pausing here or there to admire a truly striking drawing… There were trees, landscapes, people walking, laughing, smiling… Some were drawn in charcoal, and others colored pencil. He looked at his watch and quickly shut the sketchbook, realizing his tutor would be here soon. He didn't want to be caught snooping.

I grab a comic book and plop down, trying to act nonchalant.

The door opens.

I look up, meeting a pair of blue eyes.

"I think you're in the wrong room," Castiel says, "I'm supposed to be meeting-"

"You're my tutor?" I interrupt her

"Oh." She says, "I suppose so." She takes her bag off her shoulder and sits on the floor next to it, patting the ground next to her, "Okay. Sit."

I climbed off the beanbag to sit on the floor, "Okay, sure."

"So, first things first- Where's your chem binder?"

"... I don't have one?"

"That's fine. I have one here- I thought you might say that. So," She pulled a black binder out of her bag, "It's one and a half inches, two hundred pieces of filler paper, four pocket dividers, and a pencil case. There's a logbook in the pocket, too. So, the first issue we need to address is your organization."

"Okay…"

"So, I labeled all the pocket dividers as follows- Homework, Tests, Quizzes, Notes, and Handouts. So, use them to organize your binder. I'll be checking it every time we meet. Make sure it stays neat, alright?"

"Yessir."

She narrowed her eyes, "Dean, this is no joke. You need to improve your chemistry grade before the semester ends…"

"Sorry, sorry, I know." I say, taking a deep breath.

"So, the first thing I think we need to address is your notes, so let's take some on chapter three, section two…"

I nod along to everything she says, staring at her face the whole time, smiling at how she clearly loves this- teaching. And how smart she is, Emma wasn't kidding, that's for sure…

A/N: I'M TRYING TO FINISH THIS I SWEAR IT'S JUST SCHOOL… UGHHH. And Instagram… It's taking over my goddamn life. (my insta's .TARDIS_ Follow my shit blog please :)But I've been sick and we had an algebra test, and I had cross country and field hockey and I had to volunteer at the library and I had Math Team, so yeah. I've been busy. Please cut me some slack, thanks. Anywhoooo, you guys like it okay so far? I hope so, cause it's 3am, so if I fucked up, I just can't find it in me to care, hahahahaha. See ya'll later- I'll do my best to update soon, I PROMISEEEEEEE

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